I try to be conscientious in my condom use—but, in about 60 encounters, I admit I’ve had 2 mishaps. In my previous experience, those trusty Trojans didn’t ever break even under the strain of bone-rattling passion—until, one afternoon last year, I pushed clean through one of them during a stretch of rapid-fire doggie. I think I noticed pretty quickly; and the SP, though concerned, said, “It’s okay.”
Fast forward. Yesterday I bang this Asian hottie for the first time, confident of my pooning prowess to the point of conceit. I really like her, she seems to like me, and everything's going great. I'm ready to intersperse penetration with a CBJ and take off the Trojan to switch to the better-tasting (and thinner-feeling) Lifestyle brand.
Normally, after a CBJ, I put on a new Trojan for more penetration, but this time I judge it’s not necessary, the Lifestyle feels very comfortable. We do a bit of CG and then approach the grand finale in MISH when she suddenly says, quite convincingly: “I want to come too.”
Being a gentleman, I want to hold back my orgasm until she has hers. “Keep moving,” she says, her thighs clenched together, “I’m almost there.” Well, needless to say, I can’t control my point of no return and blast off, but decide not to tell her and instead keep moving as instructed to give her a chance to orgasm too—which, in about a minute, she does (or claims to).
Bad, bad idea. Big, big mistake. When I pull out, the condom’s nowhere in sight: it slipped off inside her, so deep I’ve trouble locating it. When eventually I fish it out, it feels like a limp rag with as much of the slippery sperm on the outside as there’s left inside.
What happened? Well—first, the Lifestyle condom is shorter than the Trojan, so it slips off more easily, and there’s less distance for the sperm to travel from the tip. Second, after I shot a 2-day load, my continued movement in her tight pussy squeezed the considerable amount of ejaculate toward the bottom of the condom where it leaked out. Third, with slippery sperm coating my entire shaft just as the rigidity of my erection began subsiding, a slip-off became inevitable.
None of this, I'm ashamed to say, occurred to me in the heat of the moment, not the slightest inkling of cause and effect operative here. Hey, Mr. Experienced Pooner, here you are with egg on your face!
I apologized profusely to the SP, gave her a bigger tip than planned, assured her I’m healthy, even gave her a card with my real phone # and e-mail to reassure her than I’m an honorable man.
And today I made a doctor’s appointment to order STD tests. Almost certainly I’ll soon be able to tell this lovely young SP there’s nothing to worry about.
The lesson for Stupid Me—and perhaps other pooners? Never keep pumping with a full condom after you ejaculate, even if she’s on the verge of coming. Never let experience make you too cocky. Never think you know it all.
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